March #SOL16 Day 18
“Whererrrrre arrrrrrre yoooooooou???”
This is the question I hear each and every time I call my mom.
It used to annoy me. A lot.
I mean – come on. When I call her I am usually either at home or in my car on my way home. If I’m not in either of those places then I have been meticulous in sharing my plans with her so as to avoid any confusion.
It used to annoy me. A lot. But then I realized this isn’t about me.
Since the day my mom moved down the hall from me four years ago her whole world has been wrapped up in my life. She is dependent on me for everything. She left her independence back in the suburbs. Now, living in the city, she relies on me to do her grocery shopping, to take her to doctor and hair appointments, to cut her toenails, to fix the washing machine and the T.V. and the coffee pot that suddenly stopped working, to find those perfect sweat pants WITH pockets for her at Carson’s, to buy her the Christmas presents that she will give to the family, to order her prescriptions and to fill her weekly pill containers, to rub her arm at night, and to keep her company. My moms days are very quiet and she counts on me…for just about everything.
When I finally realized all of this I stopped being annoyed.